When she sends me the “I want to burn this place down” gif from Mad Men I know I need to actually call her - rather than send the usual series of heart and strong arm emojis. “What’s up?” I ask. I know things have been less-than-ideal in my...

Picture this: we’re sitting around a campfire in Yosemite on a crisp September night. We’re wearing cute flannel shirts, artfully scuffed jeans, and drinking out of those blue and white metal mugs that L.L. Bean sells. We’re taking turns swapping...

  I’m scrolling through Instagram as I wait for my coffee to brew when I’m hit by a wave of envy - mouth twisting, eye-narrowing, I-should-click-away envy. I stare at my screen, fantasizing about the day I can do what this woman does. I feel...

Picture this: It’s 8 pm on a rainy Friday night and you’re just now leaving work. The week has been a mess of unexpected expenses, grumpy coworkers, boring obligations, and yesterday the cat puked on your white sofa. Your mind is fried and your...

Seven years ago, I found a cockroach floating in my coffee cup. At the time, I was working as an ESL teacher in a crumbling building in a not-particularly-great neighborhood. Our receptionist’s computer was stolen off her desk in the middle of a...